son of a gun

bir missy elliot ve janet jackson düeti:

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Missy Elliott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards,
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz Im chillin boy
Whatcha goin get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know,
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know,
Aint no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You aint want me, anyway you wanted to be me.
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done

[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why youre feelin on that girls behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin your work until you find
Whos goin home with you tonight.

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next victim? (Thats right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thats what Im talkin about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you dont really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot em up

[Janet & Carly Simon]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Dont you, dont you, dont you.

[Missy]
Im doin better without you, and Im happy without you.

[Janet]
Sweatin me but im not youre type,
You think you irk me, and youre so right,
Id rather keep the trash and throw you out,
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No, I aint gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, Id never be your lover,
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next victim? (Thats right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thats what Im talkin about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you dont really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot em up

[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkin round, like youre down, you dont give a
But you dont really wanna be forgot into the streets,
Im a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, dont bother me.
Cuz when you had me you aint know how to chill wit me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin me.
But Im gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
Cuz Im the deal, still here, what the feelin
Is real, dont front, cuz boy Im the
Im doin better without you, playa, and Im happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!

[Janet]
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off,
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint bout to run,
You have just run out of ammunition,
Shootin blanks now, you son of a gun.

[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carly

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next victim? (Thats right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thats what Im talkin about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you dont really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot em up

[Carly (over Janet and Missy)]
No, no, no, no, no, its not what you say, its what you do
Youre so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Dont you, dont you, dont you, dont you.

[Janet & Carly]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Dont you, dont you, dont you.

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

nirvana'nın incesticide albümünden bir parça:

up up up and down
turn turn turnaround
round round roundabout
and over again
gun gun son of a gun
you are the only one
makes any difference what ı say

the sun shines in the bedroom
when we play
the raining always starts
when you go away

up up up and down
turn turn turnaround
round round roundabout
and over again
gun gun son of a gun
you are the only one
makes any difference what ı say

the sun shines in the bedroom
when we play
the raining always starts
when you go away

up up up and down
turn turn turnaround
round round roundabout
and over again
gun gun son of a gun
you are the only one
makes any difference what ı say

the sun shines in the bedroom
when we play
the raining always starts
when you go away

"the sun shines in the bedroom when we play the raining always starts when you go away"
kıtasıyla insanı şekilden şekile sokan nirvana parçasıdır.

bir bruce dickinson parçasıdır.

Holy was the preacher.
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun.
This was no grim reaper.
But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done.
Ohh in a blood red sunrise.
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die.

Just a god given holy roller.
In a god forsaken land.
He didn't choose this killing ground.
He didn't want this scrap of land.
You've got to scorch the earth, yeah.
and make the rivers run dry.
Untill we learn to hate like him.
Kill for killin'. Live to die.

Ride on you son of a gun. Ride on. Ride into the setting sun.

You've gotta be a hero, for one last time.
To prove through your destruction.
That killing is a great way of life.
There's a wooden cross somewhere.
Where they'll bury you down deep.
You lie to your people, You lie to yourself.
Your in love with death babe.
You've got no shame.

The preacher laughed. The preacher cried.
He loaded bullets as he smiled.
Congregation sat and wondered.
Would they live or would they die.
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans.
In the shadows of a cross.
Oh in a blood red sunrise.
Take me to jesus, with judas my guide.

Ride on your bleeding heart.
Ride on you play no part.
Ride on you feel no pity.
Ride on you feel no pain.
Ride into history.

oldukça başarısız, 2014 yapımı ewan mcgregorlu film.

imdb 6.5 ama ederi 4.5-5.0 falan.